St. Judes, Barrack Street, Athenry.
The soldiers stainless sword is handed in
Which flashed so brighly on that Easter morn.
When like the phoenix thro’ the flame reborn
A nation’s soul resurgent, lives again,
‘Twas then the vibrant deeds of warlike Fionn
Or battling Brians by vernal breezes borne
Like martial music on the rallying horn
Cheered the spent host mid battles dubious din.
Oh, may the golden glory of those days
Like sunrise gleaming in the orient skies
Awaken subject peoples at the blaze.
Begotten of our heroes’ sacrifice:
While cowering tyrants tremble in amaze
As demons driven forth from paradise.